In The Garden

The streets are always wet with rain
After a summer shower when I saw you standin'
Standin' in the garden, in the garden wet with rain

You wiped the teardrops from your eye in sorrow
As we watched the petals fall down to the ground
And as I sat beside you I felt the great sadness that day in the garden

And then one day you came back home
You were a creature all in rapture
You had the key to your soul
And you did open that day you came back to the garden

The olden summer breeze was blowin' on your face
The light of God was shinin' on your countenance divine
And you were a violet colour as you
Sat beside your father and your mother in the garden

The summer breeze was blowin' on your face
Within your violet you treasure your summery words
And as the shiver from my neck down to my spine
Ignited me in daylight and nature in the garden

And you went into a trance
Your childlike vision became so fine
And we heard the bells inside the church
We loved so much
And felt the presence of the youth of
Eternal summers in the garden

And as it touched your cheeks so lightly
Born again you were and blushed
And we touched each other lightly
And we felt the presence of the Christ in the garden

And I turned to you and I said
No Guru, no method, no teacher
Just you and I and nature
And the Father in the garden

Listen
No Guru, no method, no teacher
Just you and I and nature
And the Father and the Son
And the Holy Ghost
In the garden wet with rain...

(canción: Van Morrison; foto: NannaX3)